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Walking wounded ( 29 March 2004 - 4:37 a.m. ) This is probably the worst not sleeping for years. Some two hours ago I transferred from sitting here not sleeping, to lying in bed not sleeping. Lying petrified of everything, running too many things over in my head. I hate this time of night when it's too long till dawn, and no-one at all is around. It's so very dark and lonely. And the tiredness creeps up on you, making you afraid of things that aren't there, but that feel so very close. And unlike almost any other time, there's no-one to talk to, no-one to provide comfort, so the fear just stays, and grows. And the hallucinations, spawned from faint shadows in the back of my mind, become more and more real, but will never descend into sleeping dreams, just stay as fearful waking nightmares. And there's nothing I can do, except hope for either sleep or dawn, neither of which seems very likely at the moment. | |||||||||